I'm standing there, in summer air.
Remember how you say me "Hello"
But now...
I got tired of waiting, wounderin' if you were ever comin' around...
My faith in you was fading
The rest of the time I meet you was simple: I was so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? I haven't seen you a while.
You've been good, busier then ever. We small talk, work and the weather...
Cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind.
So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night... and I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
These days I haven't been sleeping staying up playing back myself leaving...
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times we are going to have.
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye.
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right,
And how I meet you in that September night, the first time you saw me.
Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming... But I know that I´m going to see you soon.



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